sorry oce-a-shesunshun shell

(another love poem with an extension of a game and a gift)


THanks to the Glazed Kid for all your help you're truly a sweet heart !

always open submission

...

if you feel the need to creatively bleed


a map exists of no more than infintesmemalnourioused pin[points dots nodes gashes plots intricately woven together by extensions of themselves as line segments that compile and lay out in a matrix of connection points

ӕnd...

of cortusion...

the seath of the reloop

...

bubbling effortlessvescently we find ourselves in the envelope of soap and floating away on the misty brink of a day...

escorted by the rhythmic un-pealing of those potassium paved roads retaforming into the constant maze we gaze at...

but wheres the participation BE THE BUBBLE!

believe bees its ubiqui...ӕnd the bubble is never un-brothersistered with out a sibling in mid digestion of itself...

so when the sea=salty spray from wave lick split pare per dispersal and lands so sweatly to seal miniscus on beach trust...

welay sleepily at peace knowing our temp or all time is coming to a loop...

"we can guide ourselves!" you shout at those...




seemingly out of reach those mighty three eyed Goliaths seem distant but forever mid chin up...

yellow is where we need to be caution for the present always present a gift for us all!

tread lightly and find the constant unavailing with past referentials and daydigital voos

we see you!

google complex-ed but never vexed the information's infront of us...

hope still hold by the people

we need to fight for it!

GREAN LIGHT!

RESPECT RED SHES YOUR MOTHER!

mutual objective ownership...she could give us a hug...

or she could hallway ӕnd all and swallow us like a bug...


Quethesun
ӕnd walk with this
... the balance of inturn when \intern and sun

"ubiquipuzzletouspeaces"

~SSN